infodatos Chapter 4 First Battle Victory
Chapter 4 First Battle Victory
The cold muzzle of the gun, reeking of gunpowder and blood, was pointed directly at Simon's forehead.
The manipulated face was expressionless, with only Simon's pale face reflected in its cloudy eyes.
He stared intently at the man's right wrist, which was holding the gun...
There, from the close-range shooting of the bearded man, she was bruised by the immense recoil of the nail gun, slightly swollen, and her movements were noticeably sluggish.
"Ouch, it hurts! My shoulder hurts so much! Please don't kill me!" The man suddenly let out a broken, tearful moan, his voice dry and unpleasant, which was strangely contrasted with his expressionless face, making him look quite terrifying.
The pleas for mercy did not come from the host, but were a psychological tactic employed by the parasite to try and disturb Simon's mind.
With a heart-wrenching scream, the man's finger tightened on the trigger.
It's now!
Simon was not bothered at all and sprinted to his right, which was the man's injured right hand!
boom--
Gunfire erupted again in the thick fog!
The sharp steel nails whistled through the air as they grazed the linen prison uniform on Simon's left arm. The bullet missed its mark and embedded itself in the damp, cold tree trunk behind him.
The man twisted his stiff neck, trying to recapture his target.
But Simon was faster; he had already used that brief opening to get behind the man.
opportunity!
Without the slightest hesitation, Simon seized the opportunity and delivered a precise kick, channeling all his strength, to the tendon junction on the outside of the man's groin!
During his hospital internship, a senior student specializing in orthopedics gave him a discount coupon for a free-fighting class. Ten lessons taught him some close-quarters combat skills.
He knew that was the key point for controlling the power of the lower limbs; a powerful blow there could instantly paralyze someone.
However, the man only swayed violently, like a scarecrow blown by a strong wind, but did not fall! There was not even a trace of pain or contortion on his pale face. His head was turned at an extremely unnatural angle, and his cloudy eyes locked onto Simon!
He feels no pain!
Simon's heart sank, but he calmly drew his gun and pointed it at the man's head.
His marksmanship is terrible, and the nail gun he's holding is a very inaccurate weapon. We have to take him down with one shot right here!
boom--
Oh no! He realized something was wrong as soon as he fired the shot.
Whether by chance or by the enemy's deliberate act, at the critical moment, the enemy stretched out a hand and blocked the muzzle of the gun at the last second.
The bullet pierced his palm, but instead of shattering the enemy's head as Simon had expected, it deflected slightly, flying past the man's cheek. Crimson blood dripped continuously from the man's brow, making his expressionless face even more terrifying.
Simon decisively created some distance and pulled out a spare nail gun from his waist...
But at the same time, the man was also changing the nail gun with his bleeding hand!
What happened?
Simon had no idea that the zombie would reload so quickly.
What shocked him even more was that the man's right hand holding the gun suddenly underwent an extremely subtle change.
His previously instinctive, one-handed grip on the nail gun was adjusting at a visible speed! He switched to a two-handed grip, his right fingers trying to move back towards the handle, while his thumb clumsily groped for a more stable foothold.
It's learning!
A few minutes ago, it observed the bearded man's gun-holding posture! It was imitating a more stable and precise two-handed grip!
The fear this realization instilled in Simon sent chills down his spine.
A cold, inhuman intelligence is rapidly growing within this flesh and blood body!
boom--
The two fired their guns almost simultaneously!
The sound of a bullet piercing a body was clearly audible; Simon had shot through the man's left shoulder!
The shot the man fired went wildly off course, and it was unclear where it landed.
pat-
This time, the crisp sound was so clear it made your teeth ache.
The man's arms, which were holding the gun, trembled violently, and all his strength vanished instantly.
The heavy nail gun slipped from those hands, which could no longer hold it, and crashed into the mud.
It looked down at its wrist, which was now collapsed and deformed, like rotten wood smashed by a hammer. It tried to move its fingers, but there was no response. It then tried to move its wrist, but only a weak, wobbly movement was possible. The shattered bones could no longer support it in making any movements.
And all of this was exactly what Simon had anticipated...
The existence of pain is meaningful; it serves as a timely reminder that your body is injured or is nearing its limits.
For example, the wrist bone in a person...
When the wrist bone is shattered, even if he has the marksmanship of a hundred paces and can hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces, he will not be able to pull the trigger again.
Go and stab him!
Simon decisively dropped the nail gun and drew the dagger from his waist!
He had caught a fleeting glimpse of a small, slightly pulsating, dark red piece of flesh on the back of the man's neck, close to the nerves of the spine!
Three meters, two meters!
As the distance closed, the man suddenly threw a punch, but Simon deftly bent down to dodge it, and then suddenly thrust out a dagger.
The target wasn't the man's head, but the back of his neck!
His wrist snapped inward at a tricky angle! The dagger, like a viper's fang, pierced with pinpoint accuracy towards the back of the man's neck!
puff--
The tip of the dagger felt strange as it cut into some kind of slippery, gelatinous substance. There was a lot of resistance, but the sharp blade still managed to cut through!
This time, the man's cries were no longer the fake pleas for mercy, but a terrifying, inhuman shriek mixed with high-frequency hissing!
The man's left hand, which was pressing down on Simon's right wrist, suddenly lost all strength and fell limply to the ground. His whole body began to convulse violently and uncontrollably, like a dying fish thrashing on the shore. His cloudy eyes widened to their limit, but his pupils were so dilated that they seemed to melt away.
The dagger was still deeply embedded in the hilt; Simon showed no pity, his right hand gripping the hilt tightly…
He felt the desperate throbbing and sticky texture of the lump of flesh beneath the blade, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled it sharply to the side!
scoff-
With a sickening sound, the dark red chunk of flesh, along with the tiny blood vessels around it that were stuck into the spine like tree roots, was ripped off the man's body by a sharp dagger!
The man's body convulsed violently one last time, then went limp and remained motionless.
Empty eyes stared blankly at the gray, swirling, thick fog in the sky.
Is this the flesh of evidence of guilt?
Simon looked down at the dark red mass of flesh still writhing and struggling at his feet...
It is only the size of a palm, dark purple all over, and covered with dark red blood vessels.
Simon didn't want to touch it directly with his palm. He took off the tattered clothes from the dead man, wrapped the piece of flesh in them, and then stuffed it into his bag.
The moment the flesh containing the evidence of guilt was obtained, the golden characters reappeared...
【Iron Laws - Contract: Hunting the Flesh of Evidence (1/1)】
You hunt down the flesh of sinners, purify the filth of the abyss, obtain alien samples, and contribute to the great cause of the empire.
[The Iron Emperor has witnessed your bravery and loyalty; accept His grace...]
Next, three options appeared before Simon's eyes...
[Blessed with an Iron Will: Increases physical strength, greatly enhancing resilience to blows]
[Blessed Second Imperial Backbone: Increases stamina and physical strength, greatly enhancing load-bearing capacity]
【Blessed with Three Keen Eagle Eyes: Increases viewing distance and significantly improves eyesight】
Frankly, Simon didn't trust the large golden lettering in front of him...
Whether the golden characters before him originated from the Iron Emperor was still unknown, and he had to remain vigilant.
But in such a perilous hell on earth, he needs power, and he cannot let go of even the slightest opportunity to strengthen himself.
After much deliberation, he chose Blessing Two: The Backbone of the Empire.
He certainly needs strong combat power now, but survival also requires endurance.
Being alone would require a huge amount of physical strength to gather a large amount of supplies, and he needed physical strength to sustain himself.
With a slight thought, I chose the second option to bestow a blessing.
The large golden characters broke down into countless golden particles, which floated into his body.
Grace has descended, the tracks of the Empire have been laid beneath your feet, advance! Continue your journey!
At the same time, he received a new contract.
[Iron Law - New Contract: Slay the Abyss Creatures (0/1)]
Next, it's time to clean up the mess.